âOw!â
With that, Song Yaoyao lifted her leg and flung a kick toward him, causing him so much pain that he had to immediately let go of her.
He gritted his teeth and complained, âSong Yaoyao, are you obsessed with violence? Will you die if you donât hit someone?â
âYou asked for it.â Song Yaoyao rolled her eyes.
âNingxi!â Song Jingwan bit her lip and ran to Huo Ningxiâs side. âAre you okay? Yaoyao, can you stop being so violent? Donât forget that youâre staying at his home at the moment. This isnât right.â
She scolded in disapproval.
âThatâs right!â Huo Ningxi nodded. âLearn from your sister. Youâre eating my food and living in my house. How could you be so violent toward me? Do you think this is right?â
âNo~â Song Yaoyao shoved her hands in her pockets and furrowed her brows. She then pulled one hand out. âDoes it really hurt? Why donât I let you hit me back then?â
Her eyes glowed and she looked like a dumpling with her baby fat.
She had hit him first, yet she looked so aggrieved.
Pfft! What a White Lotus[1]!
Ridicule flashed across Song Jingwanâs eyes. Song Yaoyao, youâre not that great either!
She gently tugged on Huo Ningxiâs sleeve. âNingxi, why donât you let it go. Iâll apologize on her behalf.â
Huo Ningxi swallowed and looked at the girlâs delicate hand.
He humphed. âThereâs no need to apologize on her behalf. Sheâs extremely arrogant! Sheâs probably acting right now. Song Yaoyao, do you think Iâm too afraid to hit you back?â
âHit me back then.â Song Yaoyao pouted her lips and placed her hands in front of her.
Her almond eyes fluttered as Huo Ningxi lifted his hand and ruthlessly lowered it toward her...
âAh!â Song Yaoyao shrunk back her neck and closed her eyes.
Song Jingwan could barely hide her smile. It seemed, no matter how Song Yaoyao changed, she still couldnât gain Huo Ningxiâs affection.
âWhat are you screaming for? My hit didnât even make a sound.â Huo Ningxi rolled his eyes. He appeared fierce, but the moment that his fist fell down, it only brushed across her hand gently. It didnât hurt at all.
Song Jingwanâs smile disappeared.
Song Yaoyao rubbed her hands against her shirt and shoved them back in her pockets.
âIf I wasnât afraid that youâd snitch on me, I would never let you off so easily.â
Huo Ningxi humphed as he found an excuse for his actions.
He couldnât tell her that his heart softened the moment he saw the usually arrogant girl huddle up in fear.
Yet, even though their relationship was clearly hostile, Song Jingwan felt as though she was left on the sidelines.
This made her uncomfortable, confused, and frustrated.
âNingxi, my mom said she hasnât seen you for a while and she misses you. Itâs Saturday tomorrow. Do you want to have dinner at my place?â Now that she was finally talking to Huo Ningxi, she didnât want to let him go so quickly.
She swayed Huo Ningxiâs sleeve and whined coquettishly.
Huo Ningxi pressed his lips together. Remembering the way that Zhou Manli acted at his place last time and the words that Song Yaoyao had said, his heart felt a little confused.
He understood that this had nothing to do with Song Jingwan, but he couldnât help his mind from wandering.
If Song Jingwan had to choose, would she choose his Small Uncle or him?
Song Yaoyao was not interested in the relationship between these two. She ran over to the nearby bus station to hide from the wind. At the same time, she made a phone call home.
âHello, Huo Manor.â
âUncle Zhang, itâs me~â Song Yaoyao recognized Uncle Zhangâs voice quickly. âIs Gege home?â she asked sweetly.
âOh, itâs Miss Song! You must have just finished school. The Master just returned home from work. Do you want to speak to him?â
[1] Someone that appears innocent but isnât.